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Stones in my Passway
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"Sunlight patterns endlessly shift in an infinite mosiac -every instant eternal in this continual flow of light." |
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| What can you say. Water makes jewels out of normal stones. The title comes from Robert Johnson's blues song. Though the metaphor is a bit stretched, if you ever crossed such a stream at night, you would feel it applied. | |||||||||||
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